unbreakable

 

i lay on the floor 
a broken doll...
you broke me
after you were done playing
so that none other could play with me...

you did not know
there are people 
who like broken things-
they mend them,
with the love they have to give 
i was picked up by one such
he fixed me
with the love he had
and i learned to love him back...

i am broken no more
but -
i am glad you once broke me
or else how could I have found him -
the one who’s made me
Unbreakable.




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Books by Arti Honrao


Depression is REAL

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